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A Mile in Their Shoes(JA fanfic by Cassia)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction Stories--Classic JC Board (Reply-Only)' started by Kim-kenobi, May 20, 2000.

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  1. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    Finally a new fanfic by Cassia!!!!!!!
    woo hooo!!!!!!!!! I feel so special posting it for her. LOL.

    I will post the first part within 15 mins(more or less).

    I will be back!

    Kim B
  2. RogueJai

    RogueJai Jedi Padawan star 4

    Apr 14, 2000
    Okay, soooo POST
  3. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    HERE IT IS!!!!!!

    Message from the author:

    Hey, here I am, dragging myself back from the dead, or at least,
    from a killer case of writer's block, which is worse!
    I decided it was time to write a humorous adventure story for a
    I have a picture that I touched up to sort of go with this story.
    It's really small, so I'm attaching to this post in case anybody
    wants to see it. I'll only do this this once so please don't yell at
    The picture is not very good quality I'm afraid, but it was all I had
    work with at the time. Hopefully it will give you all a good laugh
    it's poor reselution! (oops, spell check is taking the day off!)
    Hope you enjoy, and it's good to be back!

    Title: A Mile in their Shoes
    By: Cassia
    Category: Story, Humor, Drama, Adventure, etc.
    Rating: PG
    Spoilers: None, I think.
    Disclaimer: All recognizable Star Wars characters are the
    exclusive property of George Lucas. All others belong to me.
    I have no official permission to use these characters, but
    I'm not being paid for it either, so that's okay.
    Feedback: Yes Please!
    Time Frame: 9 years before TPM. Obi-Wan is 16.

    Things bracketed by *'s are *italic*.

    Summary: When the young Queen-to-be of the Planet Radoon's life is
    threatened, Obi-Wan must go undercover to protect her, but just how
    far will the ruse have to go? And will it be enough?

    -A Mile in their Shoes-


    "You're not serious Master?" Obi-Wan pleaded. "Please
    tell me you're not serious about this."

    "I am very serious about this Obi-Wan, it is the only
    way," Qui-Gon had no mercy on the 16-year-old. He pushed
    his Padawan down into a chair. "Mon Drane here has been
    good enough to offer us his services for the... makeover."

    The multiple-armed Cestian smiled and tipped a little
    bow. He leaned Obi-Wan's chair back and picked up a jar
    filled with some kind of flesh-colored cream.

    Obi-Wan groaned. "But Master, do you honestly expect
    me to be able to pass for, for a girl?"

    "Oh, you'll pass quite nicely when I'm done with you,"
    Mon Drane assured cheerfully. He ran one of his thumbs
    along Obi-Wan's smooth jaw-line as if assessing the
    apprentice. "You'll be very pretty," he concluded. That
    was not exactly what Obi-Wan wanted to hear.

    "But Master, won't this be, deceiving people?" he
    asked hopefully. "Surely there is another way..." Obi-Wan
    was still looking for a way out of this as the supple-
    fingered Cestian started smearing the cold, greasy cream on
    his face.

    "It's not being deceitful, it's playing a part. Obi-
    Wan, this is the Radoonian rite of passage for the
    Princess. No males are allowed to be present, but our job
    is to protect the Princess at all times. The threat
    against her will not be over until she sits on Radoon's
    throne," Qui-Gon explained patiently.

    Obi-Wan grimaced. The three days until that happened
    seemed much too far away for the apprentice at that moment.

    Princess Mareeja was only a year older than Obi-Wan,
    but a sad twist of events had left her with a planet to
    rule after the terrible double-murder of her parents. The
    killer or killers had never been caught, but Mareeja felt
    sure that her Uncle, Warren Dejabold was behind the
    murders, and would try for her too. However, the young
    Princess had no proof, so she turned to the Jedi and the
    Council sent Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in response to the
    Princess's plea for protection until the coronation

    Obi-Wan was not sure he understood it entirely, but
    somehow, after Mareeja was crowned Queen, the threat to her
    was over, even though her parents had been killed while
    they were king and queen. It hardly made sense, but it had
    something to do with the fact that if she was killed, or
    captured *before* the coronation, while Radoon had no
    official ruler, then her Uncle could step into power as the
    next of kin. On the other hand, if something happened to
    her *after* she was the Queen, and she had no heir to take
    the throne, then the law said that Radoon would hold
    elections, to elect itself new monarchy. War
  4. Jane Jinn

    Jane Jinn Jedi Knight star 5

    Jan 12, 2000
    Who was it who came up with the name "Obi-Wanda" in the USJS Truth or Dare thread? Well, never mind! This is a great start to another great Cassia story! I can't wait to see how it develops. Obi-Wan, you are dead wrong! This really is going to be loads of fun--for us at least!

    I wish I could write like Cassia...
  5. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
  6. jodiwent

    jodiwent Jedi Master star 4

    Feb 11, 2000
    This IS the ultimate Obi-Torture!

    I'm laughing so hard my side hurts.
  7. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    Does anybody want to see a picture Cassia has made? (OWK dressed up) its a JPG picture. Could someone tell me HOW~ to post it?

    Kim B
  8. HealerLeona

    HealerLeona Jedi Padawan star 4

    Jan 18, 2000
    What a wonderful story!! Of course we'd love to see the picture.

    Obi-Wan in disguise with a bunch of adolescent girls, I can't wait.

    Just think of all the insight the boy could learn about the opposite. Heh, heh!!
  9. Celes

    Celes Jedi Youngling star 1

    Jul 8, 1999
    Another great story by Cassia! I can tell this is going to be fascinating. How about another post, say real, real SOON!
  10. Durga2000

    Durga2000 Jedi Youngling star 1

    Jul 5, 1999
    So, Obi-Wan gets to walk in the shoes of the fairer sex. Hmm, I wonder if this will change his perspective on girls....
  11. Kelly Kenobi

    Kelly Kenobi Jedi Padawan star 4

    Mar 23, 2000
    YIPPEE, another Cassia story

    Loved the mental picture I get of Obi, reminds me of when I used to torture my little brother and dress him like a girl. Also Obi, beware those nylons only get more uncomfortable the longer you wear them

    Can't wait for more, I personally don't think a room full of 16 -17 year old girls would be to upset to find Obi at their party
  12. Lilith Demodae

    Lilith Demodae Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Oct 1, 1999
    I saw "by Cassia" and had to stop in. Now I'm laughing so hard that typing is difficult. Obi-wanda indeed!!
  13. Tenel'Ka

    Tenel'Ka Jedi Youngling star 3

    Apr 5, 2000
    I had tears in my eyes I was laughing SO hard!!!
    Let's just hope Obi-Wan just doesn't have to go to the washroom! Though, it would be interesting to find out how he would deal with the awkward situation! (hint hint)
  14. Hiroko01

    Hiroko01 Jedi Youngling star 3

    Dec 14, 1998
    Oh... my... word...
  15. The Butler

    The Butler Jedi Padawan star 4

    Oct 18, 1999
    Would Obi-Wan have to wear a corset to maintain his "figure?" This is SUCH a funny idea.
    Can we have a picture, please?
  16. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    Just a question HOW~~~~ do you get pictures up here????????

    I am about to post a new part now it will take me around 15 mins or less, if anyone stops by wait.

    Kim B
  17. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999


    At the entrance to the palace, Obi-Wan gave the guards
    who halted him the fake invitation that Qui-Gon had
    procured for him.

    "Lady Obijeena," the guard welcomed "her" after
    okaying the invitation. They bowed politely and let Obi-
    Wan pass.

    The apprentice followed the lushly decorated corridor
    to the room where the ceremony was to be held. *Obijeena,
    couldn't Qui-Gon have come up with something better than

    The room, when he reached it, was huge and filled with
    dozens, perhaps hundreds of young girls ranging from 13 to
    16. Despite how he was dressed, Obi-Wan felt immediately
    out of place. The Jedi quickly shoved aside his discomfort
    and centered himself. All these people were a good thing.
    In a throng like this, it was highly unlikely that anyone
    would notice him.

    Princess Mareeja sat on a jeweled chair in the center
    of the room. She looked very beautiful. The slate-blue
    silk dress she wore offset her copper hair in a lovely way.

    When she moved, the dress glittered and flashed. Obi-
    Wan realized that this was because the dress was encrusted
    with jewels. Yet, despite her obvious wealth and status,
    the future Queen's face was a kind one, and held no trace
    of the kind of snobbery that one might expect from someone
    of her position. Obi-Wan already knew from his and Qui-
    Gon's previous dealings with her that Mareeja's disposition
    matched her beauty. He couldn't understand how anyone
    could want to hurt her.

    The ceremony itself did not last very long and the
    rest of the evening was more or less one large girl party.

    The girls chatted about this, that and one million
    other things. Some of them knew each other, some did not.
    Obi-Wan didn't know how they could find so many things to
    converse about. Talk ranged from the various merits of
    they're boyfriends to their parents, to the latest music
    and fashion. Having nothing useful to contribute to any of
    those subjects, Obi-Wan stayed on the fringes and no one
    paid him any mind. He could have found many quite
    intelligent conversations had he tried, but he had no
    interest in having anyone notice him more than they had to.
    He was here to keep an eye on the Princess and that's all
    he wanted to do.

    The girls started playing group games. Some of them
    looked quite interesting, but Obi-Wan felt far too out-of-
    place to join any of them.

    Princess Mareeja held her sides, aching from having
    laughed so hard. She was enjoying herself thoroughly. It
    was rare occasions like this when she could forget all her
    responsibilities and concerns and be a normal girl. The
    only stain on her happiness was the fact that her Mother
    should have been Master of Ceremonies for her coming of
    age. She missed her parents, but it was hard to grieve for
    people you barely knew. Schooled off planet and attended
    by a host of nursemaids and servants to take care of her
    every need, she had very few memories of her parents being
    involved in her life, but she felt no resentment over this.
    It was simply the way things were. She had been well taken
    care of, and even if the day that she would have to ascend
    the throne had come much earlier than anyone expected, she
    was ready. She had been trained her whole life to be

    The music played on and the other girls were already
    starting another game. Looking up, Mareeja saw that girl
    again, the one in the blue dress. The Princess had noticed
    that the girl did not participate in the games, she never
    seemed to talk to anyone and every time Mareeja saw her,
    she was alone. Mareeja felt sorry for the girl. She was
    obviously very shy and the Princess felt a little indignant
    that none of the other guests were making any attempt to
    make her feel more welcome.

    The room pulsed and moved to the rhythm of popular
    Radoon music. Obi-Wan had lost sight of the Princess in
    the crowd. He looked around and found her, heading
    straight for him.

    The girl looked over as Mareeja approached and the
    Princess got a good look at her for the first time. Her
    features were a trifle strong and Mareeja guessed that her
    blue dress was intentionally as l
  18. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    Obijeena, isnt that a funny name? How unoriginal of Qui-Gon to think that one up I wonder how long it took him to think of that name. I cracked up reading about that.

    Kim B

  19. HealerLeona

    HealerLeona Jedi Padawan star 4

    Jan 18, 2000
    I agree. Obijeena is pretty funny.

    Great thread Cassia and again thanks for sharing it Kim.
  20. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    Thank-you Healer Leona, I have the next part but due to lack of feedback I am thinking of withholding the story <evil grin> . So if people feedback here before I comebak in 30 min(or less) I will post it. MWA HA HAA HA HA(I think I copied that one off JMG) tongue.gif tongue.gif

    Kim B tongue.gif
  21. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    boo hooo hooo hoooo no replies I will wait another 15 mins or more.

    Kim B
  22. Tenel'Ka

    Tenel'Ka Jedi Youngling star 3

    Apr 5, 2000
    This story is GREAT!!! Please Post! I would have written sooner, but I was eating supper.
  23. JediKnight-Obi-Wan

    JediKnight-Obi-Wan Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Jan 13, 2000
    Oh my gosh, I just found this and its HILAROIUS!!!! ROFLOL
    Oh post more!!!!
  24. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    someone posted! I am touched. I had a different reason for not posting it I will post with in 60 SECONDs after this post.

    Kim B
  25. Kim-kenobi

    Kim-kenobi Jedi Youngling star 3

    Jul 20, 1999
    Here is the next part, remember to feedback!

    Kim B

    -A Mile in their Shoes-


    Mareeja entered the stateroom. The heavy wood doors
    swung shut behind her and for some reason, the sound made
    her jump, just a little. She looked around.

    "Where is Prime Minister Bosh?" she asked the guards.
    There did not seem to be anyone in the room.

    "He was unable to make it your Highness," the guard on
    her right said, calmly drawing his blaster and pointing it
    at her chest.

    Mareeja felt her heart jump up into her throat and
    start hammering wildly. "Wh-what is the meaning of this?!"
    she demanded, backing up. She tried to be angry and
    commanding but her voice wavered, betraying the panic that
    was sweeping through her.

    The other guard caught her from behind, clapping his
    hand over her mouth and wrapping his other arm about her

    The first guard pressed his blaster against her
    temple. "Don't make a sound your Highness, and you won't
    get hurt," he half threatened, half promised.

    Mareeja did not believe him. She was sure these men
    intended to kill her just as her parents had been killed.
    She began struggling fiercely, trying to break away from
    them. The man with the blaster struck her a violent blow
    behind her ear with the barrel of his weapon and the
    Princess sagged in her captor's arms, dazed.

    Lights danced across her vision and a loud buzzing
    filled her ears. The last thing she remembered was seeing
    Obijeena burst through the doors. *"No, Obijeena! They'll
    kill you too! Get out of here!"* she thought desperately
    for a moment before another blow rendered the young lady

    Outside, Obi-Wan had felt Mareeja's sudden surge of
    terror. Pushing against the door he had found it locked.
    The Force took care of that in a matter of moments. He
    burst into the room just as one of the "guards" clubbed the
    Princess, knocking her out cold. The traitorous guard held
    his weapon to Mareeja's head, daring Obi-Wan to try
    something. "Better not make any sudden moves or loud
    sounds," he warned. "Or her Highness dies."

    Obi-Wan hesitated, quickly running through his
    options. If he could somehow distracted them for a moment,
    just enough to get that blaster away from Mareeja's head,
    then he knew he stood a pretty fair chance. There were
    only two of them.

    A large picture of the previous King and Queen,
    hanging on the wall behind the two men and the unconscious
    Princess, caught the apprentice's attention.

    "What do you want? What's going on? What have you
    done to the Princess?" Obi-Wan bought time, playing his
    persona and allowing his voice to quaver as if he were
    afraid. Through the Force he gave the wire the picture
    hung on a nudge, sliding it off the hook...

    The picture fell with a thud, causing the two traitors
    to, predictably, look over their shoulders and see what
    caused the noise.

    Obi-Wan sprang into action. Snatching the blaster
    away from the first guard he ducked an ill thought of
    swing, causing the Princess' two assailants to collide with
    one another. Things were going well until suddenly, a
    blaster bolt came out of nowhere, scorching the floor by
    his feet as he jumped aside, only just in time. He
    realized too late that they were no longer alone in the
    room. Somewhere near a dozen men had materialized,
    seemingly out of nowhere.

    Obi-Wan stopped. Without his lightsaber, he could not
    hope to fight that many men at such close range and still
    keep both he and the unconscious Princess safe and alive.

    "That's it, be a good girl," one of the men said,
    stepping out of the shadows. The leader snapped his
    fingers and one of his men took Obi-Wan's arms, binding his
    wrists together tightly behind his back.

    "Seems we've got a real spitfire here," the leader
    said in mock appreciation, running the back of his hand
    under Obi-Wan's jaw, tipping the young Jedi's head up
    slightly. There was a leer in the man's dark grey eyes
    that Obi-Wan had never had directed at *him* before. For a
    moment, he felt very glad that he was not really a girl.
    The Padawan met the leader's gaze with a defiant glare.

    The leader s
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